Their Bloods Speak Of Their Pain Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

THEIR BLOOD SPEAK OF PAINS
My teeth clapped in tears
In my wobbled mouth
The sky darkened at noon
Words eluded my dried mouth
As I watched their bodies sprayed
In the crowded street with people
Gathered in pains, weeping and groaning
They stood alerted, each watching his back
Hell on earth, death flaps it happy wings
Yet another feast for the vultures
Yet another works of the holigans
Who says western education is a sin
They never mind the ground who is
Satisfied already but bomb and kill.

Their blood speak of their pains
As it goes down the gutter in agony
Mother earth wept at the lost of beloved
Children who ought have conquer and
Rule in relation to the nature's call.